Chyna Black

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Chyna Black
By Anthony Hamilton
'Chyna Black¿
by Anthony Hamilton
Verse I
Chyna Black is like an open road
Takes me places releases my soul
Ain't it funny how life goes
Takes a turn through a journey unknown
No hesitation no tug no pulls
Aint no need of fighting for what's yours
A little smile releases old smoke
Just take the ride read the signs and hold on.
Chorus
You're what I want
You're what I need
Give me reason to just to breath
You're everything I'm hoping for give me love and so much more
You're what I want
You're what I need
You touch the deepest part of me
Verse II
Chyna Black is like my old ford
Picks me up helps carry the load
I can depend on when times are cold
Soothes my body like mom's old robe.
No hesitation no tug no pull
Ain't no need of fighting for what's yours
A little smile release old smoke
Just take the ride read the signs and hold on.
Chorus
You're what I want
You're what I need
Give me reasons just to breath
You're what I want
You're what I need
You touch the deepest part of me
You're what I want
You're what I need
Give me everything/ give me everything
Give me everything/ that I need
Give me everything/ give me everything
what would I do without you
Chyna Black is like an open road

Tell your mom you need a day off
So we can play out in the rain
We'll catch a ride to the mall.
Go down to the arcade
Cuz that's where all the cool kids hang.
Tell your mom you need a day off
Cuz I don't feel like school today
We'll ride our boards down the hill
And to the playground
Where everything's okay.
Tell your mom that we'll be home late,
Cuz building cabins in the woods is hard work
You always know that I'll be there
Cuz summer time is coming near
My closest friend you'll always be
You are a home town kid like me..
Tell your mom to make us lunch now
Cuz we worked up an appitite
G.I. Joes and Karate matches in the backyard
Where everything's all right
Now I can see that things have changed
We've gone our seperate ways now
And it's not you and me anymore..
Why can't it be the way it was
Where pain was only plastic guns
My closest friend I couldn't see
You are a million miles away
And I guess I'll hold my breath
There is no harm in hoping for change
[3x]
And I guess I'll hold my breath..

Ohs, yeahs, and ai ya yas
Verse 1:
Oh girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
He says you almost need a bodyguard
Just to go walking down the boulevard
Little girl with their club feet
You try to be so neat but they're messy when you eat
When they gobble up the street
Those picture-perfect images
Pop another flash bulb and give a kiss
But it's a clear absurdity, what's a person supposed to say
Sorry about yesterday, guess that things are just that way
CHORUS:
Whoa, Madonna Road
Boys with broken bones out in the night
With secret messages to frightening to decode
Whoa, Madonna Road
Verse 2:
Pump a little gas into the cylinder
All these movie lights they must be killin' her
She's been livin' on the take
Waitin for a bigger break
And I've seen you on the make
What d' you think about the earthquake?
Well I don't wanna shake it up
But move that camera quick before I break it up
You've been standin' in that pose
Now there's a wound that just been closed
From an apartment of the host
Anybody got a No-Doz
CHORUS TWICE
REPEAT VERSE 2
CHORUS
I said whoa, Madonna Road
I said whoa, Madonna Road
I said whoa, Madonna Road
Ai yi yi yis

Gracie takes the bottles from the porch where you have left them
They are age old drinks of wine and wishin'
Drivin' down the monorail with all the best intentions
She's a picture of perfection with her cotton colored hair
But its you she thinks of in the hours while she's awake
She takes her lipstick from her Kleenex to make a smile
You she thinks of when she thinks of her mistakes
Regrets an open road that stretches out for miles
Coffee pots and bottles cups and all of this disorder
She soaks her plates in the dishwater till its cold
Her reflection in the windows of the stars around the corner
Walk beside her while she's striding down the road
But its you she thinks of in the hours while she's awake
She takes her lipstick from her Kleenex to make a smile
You thinks of when she thinks of her mistakes
Regrets an open road that stretches out for miles
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You she thinks of in the hours while shes awake
She takes her lipstick from her kleenex to make a smile
You thinks of when she thinks of her mistakes
Regrets an open road that stretches out for miles

It's what you see in men, does my rugged face cut scars like daggers
Faces on the wall, we can't touch you but you move our hobby
Reach into the hall, step around the feast and find the lobby
Open up the door, see an angel and you'll lose your body
My body...
Her angel...
Picking out a name, stretching out on your sheets
Isabelle, Isabelle, can't you hear me I can't tell
Is the devil in the room, is he hiding in the first drawer
Hold me dear, hold me dear, can't you feel me touch your ear
Meat was on the bone, but the children huddled and devoured
Keep them in the home, let their minds go where their bikes can't take them
Flinching finds me first, so I'll hide 'til she is in the basement
When I light the match, touching angels shadows on the ceiling
Racing 'round the room, your forehead is on fire
Isabelle, Isabelle they're all talking you're not well
Looking like a ghost doctors shaking their heads
Say my name, say my name can't you hear me I'm to blame
(There have been sadder days...)
Starting to rotting... pretty angel
Grab the preachers throat, can't you see the light within the shutters
Who set up the ball, don't you see your dancing frees my chances
Put me on my feet, there's an angel with a hand that's open
Write my name in ink, send a letter to the ground and beg him
Folding all your clothes, changing all your bed sheets
Isabelle, Isabelle, you're not with me where I dwell
Drinking from your glass, smash it on the pyre
It's a shame, it's a shame don't you see me, I'm to blame
Some people's lives awake to itsy-bitsy I'm-so-sorry's
The branch breaks, you crack a window and the wind might say
"The birds are calling for you please don't follow..."

Intro:
Ha ha, ha ha, Roc-a-Fella y'all
Futuristic shit beeotch
Uh, what the fuck? How we do. How we do. Uh ha
Verse 1:
Triple platnum nigga with the solid gold fade
All that nickle and dime shit, don't hold no weight
Fortune 5, top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see) as you
Thumb through the Source I read the Ride report
Class C, cold me down with the plastic
That's all I Ask Of You, like Raphael Saadiq
At the hotel, Nico, robbin' the val suite
My people's eyes through the peep hole
I'm lovin' you down freak as I
Shoot through the city like a rumor
Not soon enough, to stop 'em from spreadin' the news
Paper headin' read Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees
the only thing to cool them off is a Malibu day breeze
Can't sop for the feds, say cheese
You know they wanna take a nigga picture
Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and stay richer for now
Jigga hasn't done dirt in a while
YOu know my stomach getin' weak from livin' on the streets for real
Tryin' to oversee it from suites, orderin' eats
At the top where the criminal minds meet
That's where the cream is (right) , that's where your dream is (well ain't
it?)
Hook:
You're only a customer (uh)
Walkin' in the presence of hustlers
You spend money all night long
All night long - Mary J. Blige
Verse 2:
A-yo my youth had a nigga too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed
No thought infested
Hittin' pot holes, cop-o's will snatch your weight
But your game most precious
Had to rethink things, is pinky ring worth
Life on the run and time served in Sing Sing
I don't know to tell the truth
If I'm pressed for doe, I got to consoul Irv Gotti y'all
Irv Gotti:
Heads got to roll
Jay-Z:
I was raised to live, Lord I pray you forgive
If not, I just handle it like Jason Kidd
What you're facin' is official (it's official)
Most cases when I m blazin' won't miss you (won't miss you)
Case and point mad bullshitted issue
I see it to the end, my writting is so personal
My heart bleedin' out my pen, make no mistake aobut me
It's only one nigga livin', I got a half a cake about me
I got love, to make a nigga die bleedin' is nothin'
You make a motherfucker die breathin' then you sayin' somthing, beeotch
Hook (X3)
More flavor than y'all can image havin'
Graphic like Sega, Saturn, traffic like the Bodega
It just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my dive
My brain ain't right from inhaling the work of my life
Fuck it, 3's in ya, had to hold
D.C. high pissy off Cristle
3 G's high seasoned Bacardy, UV's
Blesses my body, we be fresh at the party
Play yourself go head if you don't no the ledge
It's like spittin' to God
Get it in your face fuckin' with niggas over your head
Take your time with me, shiftee
Use to make Coke stretch like the samplin' a 950
Shit with that, while I'm o a Kawasoki bike
At the light, doin' a pike, with a bitch on the back
And take flight, my life like it was directed by Hype
In 35 slow-mo, with the Rockafella logo
Accapoco to Arruba, bay breezes and caviar baluga
Very little loot, a loser
In the grashish blueish, Les Coup it's the root of evil in these people
Hook (X3)